God of Drama
When a crimson meteor tore through the heavens, human civilization shuddered to a standstill.
From that doomed day forward, mankind could no longer forge a single rocket, craft a nuclear warhead, assemble an aircraft, or even churn out a simple car.
The majestic pyramid of progress, built brick by brick on the shoulders of modern science, came crashing down in a thunderous ruin—and yet, the nightmare was only beginning.
A gray, warped world slithered in on the meteor’s coattails, a ghostly reflection lurking beyond the mirror of reality.
Bit by bit, it dragged the ordered realm of civilization into a spiraling abyss of chaos.
In this shattered age, a human life weighed less than a speck of dust, and yet, humanity burned with the fierce radiance of a starry sky.
As the foundations of society quaked on the edge of collapse, a solitary figure rose amid the rubble of a broken world.
Draped in a robe as red as spilled blood, the actor’s face danced between laughter and tears.
Behind him, the vast curtain of a new era unfurled with a slow, inevitable grace.
Arms flung wide, he declared, “Let the play… begin.”
